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Es la hora de pedirle a el cielo que guie mi camino, ahora es tiempo de seguir sin tropezar...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://illpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://illpeter.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136849664843100663/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>illpeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104861893577288095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZIzkdMXfiY/TwvMt39p_XI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JL6pfsLklc8/s220/010820122036.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>357</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AnotherPill" /><feedburner:info uri="anotherpill" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0INR3oyeSp7ImA9WhRbGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136849664843100663.post-1924041257441522037</id><published>2012-02-09T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T21:26:36.491-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T21:26:36.491-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">no se que escribir, solo que estoy cansado y que el trabajo esta relax y la gente es buena onda y ya no veo peliculas frescas, y eh tomado mi guitarra y eh compuesto para el amor y compongo para la musa que se cruze en mi vida y guie mi camino...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&amp;copy; &lt;a href="http://illpeter.blogspot.com"&gt;Another Pill&lt;/a&gt; | Si te gusta el pensamiento, puedes opinar...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136849664843100663-1924041257441522037?l=illpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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tenerlo todo, ahora que mi guitarra&lt;br /&gt;puede sonar mejor y no solo canciones de la radio que suenan bien&lt;br /&gt;pues lo que siempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soñé&lt;/span&gt;, mi guitarra y yo para tocarte una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es un sueño dorado que se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convirtió&lt;/span&gt; en recuerdo extraño y sensaciones&lt;br /&gt;de muerte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desilusión&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aflicción&lt;/span&gt; que se dice que esta y no esta con migo&lt;br /&gt;que se puede poner agresiva porque mi voz se muda al no poder decir&lt;br /&gt;palabras de aliento sin ti, es en vano llorar si no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amerita&lt;/span&gt; lugar, si no&lt;br /&gt;es pagano mi ser mi sentimiento se vuelve eterno al pensar que&lt;br /&gt;siempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;seré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;, que siempre destinado a perder lo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;quizá&lt;/span&gt; sea&lt;br /&gt;mas que una vida placentera sin ella &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;esperándole&lt;/span&gt; como ella comento&lt;br /&gt;que si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;regresaria&lt;/span&gt; a mis brazos estos le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;darían&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;protección&lt;/span&gt; que ella causo&lt;br /&gt;que mi ser y mi alma se devolvieran por mi alma a que no cayera y que&lt;br /&gt;siguiera en pie, eh tomado las medidas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nesesarias&lt;/span&gt; para que mi cuerpo no&lt;br /&gt;sea de nuevo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;víctima&lt;/span&gt; de su ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;víctima&lt;/span&gt; de esos ojos que en mi ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;decían&lt;/span&gt; palabras que nunca mencione y sentimientos que nunca pude sacar&lt;br /&gt;al no saber que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;podría&lt;/span&gt; pasar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;recordé&lt;/span&gt; que sin mi guitarra y sin ella,&lt;br /&gt;se convierte en un pedazo de madera, y la musa que me inspiraba y me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;decía&lt;/span&gt; que&lt;br /&gt;todo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;saldría&lt;/span&gt; bien no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;volverá&lt;/span&gt; y saber que solo fui el culpable me hace&lt;br /&gt;no poder ser feliz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&amp;copy; &lt;a href="http://illpeter.blogspot.com"&gt;Another Pill&lt;/a&gt; | Si te gusta el pensamiento, puedes opinar...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136849664843100663-728435703852280676?l=illpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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